My first online match was an absolute disaster. Jets screaming overhead, tanks rattling the streets, bullets whizzing past me from every direction. I didn't manage to get a single kill that entire game. But somehow, I was completely hooked. For the first time ever, I felt like I was part of something bigger , i was part of a war, a team, a living, breathing battlefield.
A couple of days later, I stumbled across this YouTube video of a player pulling off a Rendezook. You know the one - eject from a jet, fire a rocket at an enemy, and somehow land back in your plane. I must have watched it a hundred times, mesmerized. Eventually, I decided to give it a go myself. So I leaped into a jet, chased an enemy up into the clouds, ejected, took the shot, and completely missed. The rocket flew off into the distance. My jet stalled and plummeted into the sea, and I followed right after it, laughing all the way down.
One day I decided to download Battlefield 1. The second that main menu music hit, it was like hearing a song I'd forgotten I loved. that was haunting, beautiful melody that instantly pulled me back in. I loaded into St. Quentin Scar, started racking up kills, and then a few minutes later, I got absolutely eviscerated. I couldn't even take five steps out of spawn without getting domed.Frustrating, chaotic, but good times.
Battlefield became that one game I always returned to. No matter what else I was playing, I'd always come back. The rooftop antics on Siege of Shanghai, the frantic last minute pushes on Amiens, random teammates who never said a word but somehow always had your back.Little moments like that reminded me why I fell in love with this series in the first place.
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